So the player saw the prompt on the screen.
[Yhorm is lost... Put the garland on him.]
The player seized the opportunity between the Angel's charges to equip [Yum's Flower Garland].
It was a crude garland woven from dried flowers and grass, utterly unremarkable in appearance. But it was the gift Yhorm had first given his friend. With this it began, and with this it would end. Yhorm was about to fulfill his mission.
The towering Yhorm ran toward the Forge of the Giants. Though he was very tall by ordinary human standards, he was abnormally short in the eyes of ordinary Giants, let alone beside that giant forge.
He ran, letting the flames set his body alight. His skin cracked in the fire, but his steps did not stop.
Every step burned. Every step carried him forward.
With a roar, he hurled his weapon. The great machete spun through the air, tracing an arc before landing on the forge's rim and lodging between the chains.
He charged up to the forge, braced both hands against its wall, and pushed with all his might, trying to topple the Forge of the Giants.
Of course, it was futile.
How could someone so small shake this colossal thing? He pushed, but the forge's wall did not budge.
But... believe. As long as you believed, there was hope!
[Beneath that Giants' forge, every sacrifice keeps the flames burning forever!]
Yhorm roared and sacrificed himself. He was a host to the Fell God of Fire to begin with; the Kindling had been inside him from the start. That Flame had always burned within him, merely waiting for a chance to be released.
He roared his declaration: "I am Yhorm the Giant, and I will take your Flame!"
Burning ceaselessly, Yhorm